One night this week, while I was at a work-thing for a colleague, Lester surprised me by taking the boys' guardrails off their beds.
So in just under 4 years, we've gone from this:
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| Their cribs before they were even born. This is the room that is now Clair's. |
to this:
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| We moved the boys' cribs into the guest room when I was pregnant with Clair, to make room for her things in the small room. |
to this:
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| After Dean tried to jump to his death from the crib a couple times -- toddler beds! |
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| We converted their cribs to toddler beds in December 2012. |
to now
this:
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| NO GUARDRAILS! |
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| After bath, Dean was having a hard night, and felt the need to take to his bed, like it was a fainting couch. |
At some point, these beds are supposed to be able to convert to twin-size (though I'm not sure how) and then to full-sized. So we have a ways to go before we've gotten our money's worth out of them. But I already feel a little bit like, "Whoa! Where did the time go?" How on Earth am I going to feel when they're in FULL beds?
I remember when they both fit in a Pack 'n Play, all teeny and sweet, with fat rolls on their legs.
And now they have no guardrails. They get up in the morning and make their beds. (The night they got their guardrails taken off, Cary woke up at FOUR A.M. to make his bed, he was so excited. Yay for us.) They wake up in the middle of the night and take themselves to the bathroom. They stay up way too late, sitting up in their beds, giggling and singing and talking about things Lester and I have no part of.
How did this happen? Where
did the time go?
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